Valentina is gone and our time here is coming to a close. However, Tim, Matt and Joel are here, and it's been a jam-packed week! I am going to split this one into a couple of different parts. I'll start with the weekend.
Sunday: Hungover and working on about 3 hours of sleep, I set out to go pick Matt B up from the airport. Not really sure of the process, as Kat and I had sped through it when we came in due to delirium and such, I left rather early....6:40am. It was pretty brutal. I remember going into the metro station when I peaked over at the clientele just coming back from their night out. A perfect example is the gentleman stumbling his way to and through the turn styles. Not only did he stumble, but his pants kept falling down, and he had no underwear. No worries though, he quickly went to sleep on a bench in the station. Spain. Anywho, got the metro to the train station, where I rushed to the airport train, which was leaving in 3 minutes. "Yes! I made the train with time to spare," I thought. However, I must have forgotten that I was in Spain, as the clock ticked by and soon it was 7:15 (10 minutes past the arrival time). The board then changed to 7:40, leaving a bunch of pissed off passengers and me, freaking out about not getting to pick Matt up on time. I did have the fortune of Matt's flight being late. So I got him in to his hotel, after getting lost in a city I've only lived in for a month, and then we had breakfast, chatted, and got ready to go to the Dalí museum in Figueras (Matt was a trooper to agree to this).
We made it to the train station and met Valentina and Jon. However, we had 0 clue as to where to get the tickets. So we rushed around and finally bought them at the booth with 3 minutes to spare. We ran to the platform and finally made our way into the train as the door were just about to close. This left us in poor shape and allowed us to nap. We made it to Figueras and toured through the town and the museum. The museum, as a fan of Dalí, was an amazing experience and really was spectacular. If we had more time, I would have stayed, but it was a quick shot. There was even a solid gold hear that beat! Anyways, we packed ourselves in and headed back on quite possibly the most UNCOMFORTABLE train there was. We got lost in town, again, and finally got Jon back to his bus, Matt back to his hotel and wrapped up our night, after Matt and I had dinner.
Monday: On Monday I went off to class where we were joined with Bernard (a guy from Austria), Christopher (from Germany) and I really can't remember the last girl's name...but she is from Switzerland...or Sweden...I think Sweden. Hannah, the other American, was also there. After class Matt and I caught up with Kat for lunch and then headed out to El Laberinto del Jardín Horta. It was awesome, but the best part may have come in the beginning. We were all aimlessly walking about, no clue where the bathrooms where, or what to see...when I remember...I HAD BEEN THERE BEFORE. "You asshole!" Kat replied in disbelief, while Matt just chuckled. It was a gorgeous garden, but Kat and I have this small issue. We tend to show up to these cultural things without a single clue as to what the importance is. Well, we tackled the maze that was famous and we knew was there, and enjoyed the sights. We had a wonderful afternoon. That night, well all went out near the Sagrada Familia (Kat, Matt, Valentina and I) and had Sangria, which we swear was unusually strong, so much so that we ended up stumbling to an OpenCor, where I bought (and later consumed) an entire can of pringles and Kat bought microwave popcorn, while telling the woman at the counter that she wanted to "shit" her phone, instead of "add more money". WOOPS. She later lit her host mom's microwave on fire.
Tuesday: Time to pick up Joel! I departed early and met Matt at the metro station to head over to the train station. When we got there, we actually encountered the European "Olympics" and their running competition, which prompted Matt to ask "Is this the special olympics?" with regard to how the gentlemen were running. Joel's train was running late so we ended up having some breakfast in a small café near the station. As someone who isn't a breakfast person, the light breakfasts do not bother me, but it has taken some getting used to for poor Matt who is. We ended up picking up Joel and I had a bit of a misstep in the train station (if you'd like to know what, you need to ask me later, haha!). I brought them back to metro where we parted ways so I could go to class. After, we met up and ran some errands, getting Matt back to the original hotel (which messed up his reservation) and then we went toward the beach for lunch. After lunch we walked along the shore, and I made the two Mediterranean virgins dip their feet in the waters. They liked it so much, we stayed and chatted for a while. After a bit, I advised them that we should be heading back due to our tapas date for the evening with Stefano, Valentina, and Kat.
The tapas were delicious, and we had some really great laughs. I even ate some octopus, and not even fried! It was an excellent night. We wandered for a bit and headed to a bar near Universitat where the waiter was Sicilian (or maybe Northern Italian) and joked around and enjoyed ourselves. Afterwards, we all headed back. Wednesday I had to get up early to pick up Tim from the airport!
I will talk about everything else later, but for now, it's time to hit the town!
Until Next Time
~Scott
Also...this is an old video, but I finally got my hands on it!
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